Volume 4, Chapter 45 – The Shadow Surfaces【3】

“Knock, knock!”

“Who is it?”

Someone poked his head out, and then he could never go back in again.

“Pfft.”

His neck was seized, and Anran casually made several cuts, directly causing this bodyguard to breathe his last.

After putting the corpse on the floor, Anran walked in with a calm expression.

Her cuts were very precise, so no blood got on her at all.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, Anran cleared out everyone on this level without making much noise.

By the time she reached the next level, Anran had already put on a pair of beach sandals.

“Hey! Beauty up ahead, I…”

“Bang!”

The young man in beach shorts was quickly pinned against the wall by Anran, who had turned around.

“Beauty, don’t be impulsive, I…”

Huh.

Very soon, the young man could no longer speak.

He stared at the face so close to him, the face that seemed to be smiling and yet not smiling.

It was very beautiful. No, it should be described as absolutely stunning, fresh and natural, yet carrying an adorable charm.

In short, very attractive.

However, the young man discovered that his thigh was being pressed against by something hard.

“Gulp.”

The young man swallowed, and the little theater in his mind instantly exploded.

Something thick and hard. It couldn’t be that, could it?

He had heard that cross-dressing had become popular recently. There were plenty of boys who, after putting on women’s clothes, were even more tempting than real beautiful girls.

A beautiful girl you saw online might turn out to be even bigger than you once the skirt came off.

But.

The young man gazed at Anran’s face.

If a cross-dressing boy was beautiful to this extent, taking the back door was not completely unacceptable.

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It would be tighter too.

╭(╯^╰)╮

The young man blushed with shame.

Huh!

Anran was slightly stunned.

Had this lady’s charm really become so strong that even holding someone at gunpoint could still bewitch him?

Good grief.

“Talk. Where is the person who negotiated with Sven right now?”

“Beauty, why are you asking about that?” the young man said with an awkward laugh.

“Are you talking or not?” Anran pressed the gun down.

His thigh was poked painfully, and while the young man was startled by Anran’s “thickness,” for some reason, his heart suddenly stirred.

“In the guest room all the way inside,” the young man said. He squeezed out a trace of a smile. “Beauty, what’s your name? Are you interested in discussing the philosophy of life with me? I am Aitch Aldington of the Aldington family.”

The questioning was going quite smoothly.

Anran thought this, then directly stabbed her knife into the young man’s stomach.

At the same time she pulled out the knife, she seized Aitch by the neck.

“You…”

Aitch’s face swelled to the color of a pig’s liver. He let out a low, slurred growl. “Who exactly are you?”

“Hah?” Anran looked at Aitch in surprise. “You’re a really strange person. Shouldn’t you have asked that the moment you saw me?”

“You, you, you’re not a man?”

At that moment, through Aitch’s blurry vision, he also saw the spray gun Anran was holding.

“A man? How could that be? Of course I’m a woman.”

Anran looked completely baffled. Did she somehow look very much like a man in her current appearance?

Was there something wrong with her aesthetic sense, or was there something wrong with this world?

“To think… to think I actually guessed wrong.” After saying this in broken gasps, Aitch died.

Holy crap.

Anran quickly let go and moved far away from Aitch.

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Good grief. This guy couldn’t have been gay, right? Scared the baby to death.

“Third Young Master! Third Young Master, what’s wrong with you?”

The door was pushed open. A middle-aged man who looked like a butler stared in horror at the scene in the corridor.

His shout immediately drew out several people who had gathered in the meeting room to discuss matters.

The third young master of a collateral branch of the Aldington family, collapsed against the wall with a knife wound in his chest.

A female murderer wearing beach sandals and a swimsuit, holding a knife and a strange firearm in her hands.

“You bastard, die!”

The butler charged forward in rage.

Very soon, he retreated again, with a small footprint printed on his chest.

“How is that possible? My external combat technique has already reached the eighth dan.”

The butler froze.

“What the hell are you blabbering about? Is eighth dan supposed to be amazing?”

“Bang!”

Anran pulled the trigger, and the butler was turned into a sieve.

Explosive rounds really were quite powerful.

“Ah!”

“Murder!”

“There’s an assassin! Where are the bodyguards?”

The people who had just run out of the meeting room instantly swarmed back inside.

“Fucking embarrassing.”

Anran quickly followed them. The people in the meeting room were all ordinary people, and under Anran’s hospitality, they were very quickly tied up one by one.

Anran did not kill them for the time being.

After leaving the meeting room, Anran did not stop walking and headed straight toward the guest room at the very end.

The guest room door was locked tight.

Hiding inside and refusing to come out?

Anran aimed the muzzle at the lock and quickly pressed twice.

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“Bang, bang.”

More than a dozen tiny holes were blasted into the door, and the keyhole was destroyed outright.

“Ah!”

A shrill scream rang out from behind the door.

What an unlucky guy. He had actually been standing right behind the door like that.

However, Anran was also worried that the other party had been seriously wounded. If she accidentally killed him, that would be troublesome.

“Bang!”

She raised her foot and kicked hard.

Even though she was wearing beach sandals, with 44 points of Strength, facing a door full of holes still felt as light as kicking cotton.

Crack. A large hole broke open in the door. After smashing it a few times with the gunstock, Anran pulled the door open.

On the floor by the suite entrance lay a middle-aged man in a white shirt. His hands were covering his foot, and he looked in horror at Anran, who had broken in.

“W-what do you want?”

Although the person who had come in was dressed very inappropriately for the setting, the middle-aged man no longer had the mental bandwidth to pay attention to that.

“You’re one of Morningstar’s people, right?”

Anran grabbed him by the collar and asked directly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The middle-aged man shook his head.

“Tch.”

Anran curled her lip. “Stop pretending. I know you’re Morningstar’s diplomatic officer. This meeting with Sven Aldington was to build a bridge between the Aldington family and an alien force. Talk. Which alien force is standing behind your Morningstar? What exactly is your purpose?”

The middle-aged man’s eyes kept flickering. By the time Anran finished speaking, he had kept his mouth shut the entire time.

Since he would not talk, then there was only interrogation.

So Anran used the move she was best at.

Flammable liquid was poured onto the middle-aged man’s arm, and flames slowly rose.

“Ah!”

He tried to beat at the flames, but Anran directly pinned his arm down.

“Are you talking or not?”

Anran threatened.

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However, not only did this middle-aged man refuse to speak, he instead bit his lips tightly, looking as if he viewed death as going home.

She had run into a tough one.

Anran gradually guided the flames toward the middle-aged man’s lower body.

“Kill me. I will absolutely never betray the organization,” the middle-aged man suddenly said.

He had finally admitted that he was one of Morningstar’s people, but his resistant attitude gave Anran, who was not proficient in torture, quite a headache.

After putting out the fire, she swiftly tied the middle-aged man up.

“You definitely have something on you that can contact Morningstar,” Anran murmured.

It was impossible for him not to contact Morningstar’s upper ranks.

A phone, or something else?

Anran searched the middle-aged man and, sure enough, found a phone.

“Even if you don’t talk.” Anran stepped on the middle-aged man’s chest. “I can still ask the people of the Aldington family. I don’t believe they can keep their mouths shut like you.”

Anran exerted a little force through the sole of her foot. The middle-aged man only felt a tightness in his chest, but his heart grew even more panicked.

He could refuse to speak, but those people of the Aldington family…

The middle-aged man did not have much faith in a merchant’s integrity.

“You are Anran, aren’t you?”

At that moment, a male voice carrying a slight chill suddenly came from the phone.

“Hm?”

Anran lifted the phone in surprise.

The voice continued to come through. “I am Dawn, the current leader of the Morningstar Resistance.”

Like a thunderbolt across a clear sky, Anran froze.

The person speaking was the current leader of the Morningstar Resistance?

“Leader!”

The tied-up middle-aged man immediately struggled and shouted.

For the moment, I’ll assume he really is the leader of the Morningstar Resistance, Anran thought.

Who the current leader of the Morningstar Resistance was remained a secret that even the government army had not been able to uncover.

And now, someone claiming to be Morningstar’s leader was on a call with her.